"What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

This is the story of 𝗠𝗿. 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸'𝘀 𝗚𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗞𝗶𝗺'𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆, 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝒀/𝑵🎀 "𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖..." ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏɢᴜᴀʀᴅ. ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ꜱᴏ ɪ.... ꜱʟɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪꜱᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ... ᴏᴋ! ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ...ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴅᴏ... ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ?? ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴡᴇᴀʀᴇʀꜱ! ʜᴜʜ!